She didn't recognize the gravity of the situation and thought Van was going to get angry and leave. Instead, he just exhaled heavily in relief.
When he spoke again, his tone was back to its cold, inscrutable nature, "How could it be useless? If you were in danger today, this call would have been useful."
Winnie froze, her hands instinctively lowering from above her head to her chest, her eyes never leaving Van's. She looked like a little girl making a wish.
Yulia, who was far too naive to sense the tension, escaped the man's aura and innocently asked, "Why not just make another call to confirm? If you had, there wouldn't have been so much drama."
Though her question was logical, Winnie just wanted her to stop antagonizing the man. "Sorry, Mr. Marlowe, my assistant—she…"
Van's face did
